Theatre & the Death of Ritual/Searching for a Vision Part 2

“It is going to work! This will be an amazing night!” I said to myself as we ascended the R train stop on 36th St, in the not yet fashionable Sunset Park, Brooklyn where I lived. I had it all planned. We had a great dinner; and then saw an art house film downtown. The conversation about the film was animated. I remarked casually, at the perfect moment, that the subway to my place in Brooklyn was a lot shorter then her trip to Washington Heights in upper Manhattan. I said it perfectly, friendly, without a hint premeditated seduction. “I live alone, and I have a big comfy couch. I would love to show you my photographs.” Lorna was a woman I picked up at a Contact Improvisation dance class. Lliterally...

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